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[withoutright]

Who: OU Roxas; OPEN
What: Gathering food for the Christmas feast! Namely, killing a molepig. Feel free to come and make him question his views on the slaughter of things. 8(
Where: The Desert, but you can catch him on his way back to the Hub.
When: Backdated to the 25th; sometime in the morning.
Warnings: ... I-if you're squeamish against the idea of

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[blood_armour]

Somewhere behind him was Crona, with Ragnarok resting atop her head. In an rare moment of curiosity, the timid child been attracted by the movement and was following the boy. What was he carrying around, wrapped up like that? It looked heavy. And... "Ah, there's blood on the ground."

It wasn't a person, surely? Even Crona knew people couldn't die here. They could be hurt, but not die.

"Smells tasty!" Ragnarok announced, not even making an effort to preserve Crona's ears. "Go steal it for us! He looks like a useless wimp, it'll be easy!"

"Ehh? But we don't even know what it is..."

"So what? Who cares?"

"And it's bleeding."

"What's that got to do with anything?!"

"I said," Crona said, fidgeting with the white fabric of her cuffs, "that I wasn't going to eat anything that could bleed anymore. Nothing with sad eyes."

"You shouldn't decide on doing things like that without asking me first!" Ragnarok screeched, yanking hard on Crona's hair and making the girl cry out. "How is it fair to deny me meat?! What else is there?! Noodles and nuts and berries are disgustingly plain for disgustingly dull people like you!"

"Ragnarok!" Crona wailed, "stop pulling on my hair! Stop it! I mean it!"

[withoutright]

Roxas hadn't been paying much attention, not one to eavesdrop on others, up until the point that they suddenly started raising their voices - and then, he'd heard the girl being insulted, and he slipped the makeshift body-bag from his shoulders, turned in time to see the strange black thing extending from behind her tugging at her hair, despite her cries.

"Hey!" He dropped the carcass, but stopped mid-step and paused awkwardly - he wasn't sure if he was allowed to get involved in something that really wasn't his business, but... "Leave her alone!"